"Why do you get to call me Die'er?" Princess Huarui puffed out her little cheeks in anger. "We're not even close."
"But I'm close with Fugui. We're 'good friends.'" Yun Mengyu blinked her almond eyes, her face full of amiability while her tone yielded not an inch. "His little sister is naturally my little sister. Die'er, you have to obediently listen to your big sister."
"Good friends? Heh, since when were Immortal Dynasty princesses this shameless?" Princess Huarui wrapped her arms tightly around Wang Fugui's waist, poking half her head out from his side in an open declaration of ownership. "I think someone like Sister Suiyun—gentle and radiant, with peerless bearing—is a true Immortal Dynasty princess. She's far better than you."
Yun Mengyu's face darkened with rage. She dearly wished she could rush over and tear her off Wang Fugui. "Even children born of the same mother can have different temperaments. Just look at you and Fugui. Aren't you worlds apart?"
"Isn't it wonderful that my brother is better than me? I can enjoy being protected by him for the rest of my life. Besides, my brother is from the family's direct eldest line. He can only take a wife, never marry into another family. I advise you to give up on that thought sooner rather than later."
"I don't care. I wasn't planning to compete for the Immortal Emperor's throne anyway. But you, little girl—so sharp-tongued at such a young age. You might suffer for it once you grow up~"
The two traded barbs back and forth, utterly like fire and ice that could never coexist.
As they argued, they even tossed Wang Fugui aside and stood face-to-face with hands on their hips, snapping at each other. The atmosphere was drawn swords and bent bows, sparks flying everywhere.
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